I Am Not a Device
Stop key-stroking me!
I need voices, faces and real company.
People gave up warmth and speech.
A psychological and emotional breach.
This began way before Covid!
We make only key strokes, hardly the sweet sound of katydids.
Call people...they do die, you know?
And are gone forever, melted, disappeared, as winter's snow,
1-4-2021
2:45pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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